i will cut out pieces of paper with the letter K-I-S-S written on it
than actually torture my body after physically kissing you
because sir you
are '
magenta.

a color revolving so deeply with in my veins
i am not saying we are one because you sir
are
magenta

a colour ravening with lure and mystique
but if i allowed you to kiss and kiss my breath to open places
i would become an expert
a know it all
because i would discretely feel your lips on mine
as you pronounce volcano, muscles, performance
and just like that
you would be the......

the things i avoid constantly in my head
and now i allow paper with K-I-S-S
allow you to understand that i want you.